Katerina. Sforza sat in the hall, the upper part of the main building had collapsed, the sun shining on the rubble of the floor, she was covered in dust and scars, except for a pair of eyes that were terribly bright.

The first French mercenary rushed in, he saw Caterina, recognized her, and was about to turn his head to say something to his companion behind her, when Caterina had jumped up from her seat, holding a dagger in one hand and an armor-piercing sword in the other. He and his companions shouted and gathered together, but by this time they had not paid attention to the tigress's fangs, and they did not know that even if the enemy was still in her dress, she was far more decisive and cruel than they were—she wielded her weapons like other women with sewing needles, and she used them more and with more skill than the latter in sewing and embroidering—and as soon as she saw it, it pierced one man's throat, and when the others pounced on him in anger, As if dancing, she spun her heels, turned her body, and drew her thin sword, the slender blade of which carried the blood of the previous victim, whistling in the air, whipping a French mercenary in the face, he howled, dropped his weapon, and could not hold down the blood gushing out of his eyes, Caterina stepped forward without the slightest mercy, and stabbed the dagger into his chest.

The end of two lives was only in the blink of an eye, and the other two mercenaries couldn't help but show a look of fear, especially when they saw Caterina wipe the blood from the dagger on her face, the beautiful and bloody appearance made her look like a real witch.

At this time, there was applause from outside the door.

Eve. Alegre put his hands on his waist and walked in with a big face, unlike ordinary soldiers, the mercenary with a lot of combat experience knew that she was at the end of her crossbow at the sight of Katarina, but she was struggling, he drew his weapon and strode towards Katarina.

Caterina lifted the dagger and tore off half of her skirt with a hiss, revealing her slender calves, strong knees and solid thighs, which made Yves uncontrollably look longing, unlike fledgling boys, strong men like him, ripe fruits like Caterina were their favorites.

They knew each other well, and neither spoke, and the half-ruined hall was filled with only the sound of swords clattering and heavy gasps, but as Yves had speculated, Caterina had already been wounded before, and had not been able to rest for days, his short sword and scimitar had just gone to her sluggish left arm, and in a few strokes he had shot down her dagger, and as her raiser stabbed him in the chest, the captain of the mercenaries raised his arm sideways, jammed and broke Caterina's last weapon with his own hand shield.

He then kicked the lady of Forlì in the stomach, kicking her to the ground, and then punched her several times, both in the face, causing her to spin, and then leaned over her and touched her, drawing a delicate openwork knife, which he put in his arms, stepped on Caterina's back, untied her belt, and tied her hands behind her back.

As he tugged at Caterina by the hair and pulled his booty up against his shoulder, Caesar. Borgia walked in satisfied, too.

Caesar's gaze made Yves feel bad, and sure enough, Caesar asked, "Is this Katarina?" ”

Yves nodded reluctantly.

"Send her to my bedroom." Caesar said, "I'm going to interrogate her tonight." ”

Yves remained motionless: "This is my booty, my lord, as you said, the loot belongs to the man who captured him." ”

Caesar did say this before the fall of Forlì to drive these Frenchmen to work for themselves, but ...... His gaze fell uncontrollably on the white thighs exposed to the air, his gaze fell downward, obscured by Yves's body, Caterina only showed a small half of her face, because she had just been beaten by Yves before, the corners of Katerina's mouth flowed blood, she was hung upside down, and the blood flowed from her lips into her mouth again, this color was more bloody than any kind of rouge, and the excitement brought by artillery and battle inevitably reached its peak under such a catalysis, not to mention, behind the messy emanation, The woman smiled contemptuously.

It's like, no, it's just mocking him. Mock him for being inferior to a French mercenary.

"I'm your commander." He arrogantly said, "Give her to me." ”

Without giving Yves much time to think about it, he walked straight over and inserted his hand between Katerina's thigh and Yves' body, whose arm was stiff and unable to move.

Eve. Alegre was the captain of the French mercenaries, and in the allied forces of the French and Borgia, he considered himself to be a member of the French army. Borgia had equal status, but at Louis XII's reminder, he still had some superficial respect for the Pope's illegitimate son, which is why, in Imola, he sent the daughter of the Visconti family to Caesar's bedroom. But because of this, he thought that he also deserved the goodwill from Borgia - he had given up Visconti's daughter before, so Caterina should belong to him, and Caesar had promised that his personal spoils should belong to him, and that Caterina was captured by Yve, and she should be Yves'.

Anger appeared on the faces of Yves and the other French mercenaries, while the Swiss mercenaries exchanged uneasy glances.

None of this was Caesar's care, and he grabbed Caterina's legs, his fingers digging into his muscles until the arrogant woman let out a moan that was half painful and half seductive.

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That night, when Caesar wanted to go to his bedroom to enjoy the most precious spoils of the battle, he found his bedroom empty.

Katerina. Sforza fled.

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As the night breeze stirred, Caterina hugged Ezio's waist tightly, her fingers rubbing the pattern on the silver buckle, and her heart was so happy that she almost burst out laughing.

"Ball! I really want to see Caesar. Borgia's face at this time! She exclaimed.

"If that's what you think," replied Ezio in the same loud voice, "how about I send you back?" ”

Caterina immediately withdrew her hand and writhed it under Ezio's weak ribs, Ezio shouted, and the Master Assassin couldn't stand the strength of the Forlì Tigress - he swore he was definitely hurt.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to Pulato." Ezio said: "It's very close to Florence, Constina. The Medici will take care of you, as well as Bianca, and her husband. ”

Caterina was silent for a while: "It's still Florence, speaking of the Medici, I also know one." ”

Although Caterina didn't want to go to see Bianca, when she arrived in Florence, Bianca came to see her.

"What about my younger siblings?"

These were the first things Bianca asked when she saw her mother.

"Your sister was hanged by my own hands, and she betrayed Foley." Caterina said dryly, "For the rest, Liario goes to Rario, and those who have fathers go to their fathers." ”

Bianca sat down in front of her and pulled a money order out of her sleeve: "It's yours, I'll give it back to you." ”

Caterina took it and looked at it, and smiled disdainfully: "I'm not pitiful enough to let my daughter give me alms." ”

"It's not a charity," Bianca said coldly, "it's not for your livelihood, you still want to recapture Forlì, fifty thousand gold florins can still come in handy." ”

After saying that, she got up and left, without a trace of affection.

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"I thought you were going to blame me." Julio. The Medici said softly as she offered her martial arts instructor a glass of mulled wine.

"How do you think that?" "You have reminded me, and I have warned her," said Ezio, "and I have warned her," he said, taking a sip of the wine from his glass, "but Catalina is such a person, she is more stubborn than a man, more irascible than a woman, more ruthless than a devil, and I have nothing to do with her." ”

"Well, for example, I improved those guns?"

"You'd better not let her know, but even if she did," Ezio said, clutching the cup, "she wouldn't be too angry, because she knew very well that even without artillery, Forlì would only be holding on for a little longer." ”

"Yes, this is the first step in the Borgia family's ambitions," said Giulio. Borgia must be victorious. ”

"Speaking of which," Ezio asked, "I can tell why you ...... To continue to support Borgia? ”

"Because," Giulio said back to the table, pouring himself a glass of milk in Ezio's helpless eyes, "though I'm with Borgia...... They are jealous and hateful to each other, but I still quite approve of their ambitions. ”

"That kind of surprised me." Ezio put down his glass. "Can you let me know?"

"Yes." Giulio said: "- Unify Italy. ”

"Oh......" Ezio reassured, and then he said not to be outdone, "so do we, Julio, so do we." ”

Julio laughed, "No, I have never doubted your quest for freedom and peace, and I know that this is what we all want. ”

"You and us, don't count Bolgia," Ezio grimaced, "Don't tell me you want Borgia to fulfill their ambitions." ”

"How so!?" Julio shook his head, "But I don't think you're going to support what I'm trying to do." ”

"If you don't say it, how do you know that I won't support it?" Ezio asked kindly, believing the child he had seen growing up.

"Ezio," said Giulio, "you know, Cardinal Picromini was my mentor, and he was called 'wizard' because of his medical skills. I am his student, and of course I have a certain understanding and mastery of medical skills. ”

"Yes," said Ezio, "I know that all too well. ”

"You see, there is a kind of patient, maybe you have also seen, sometimes he is injured, and he has been immersed in dirty water, or touched with unclean hands and things, and the poison invades from the outside to the inside, and sometimes, because the outside is wrapped in bandages and medicine, it will scab and close the mouth, but the inside is still bleeding pus, and when the patient has a fever, no one can find the reason, and even if he finds it, he needs to lift the scab on the outside and tear open the wound in order to wash the poison inside." Giulio made a gesture: "But to tear open the wound that seems to be healed is not only painful, but inevitably bloody, and it seems to bring even more pain." ”

"And, you know," said Giulio solemnly, "that the scabs that have been peeled off are not going to be put back on the wounds." ”

Ezio gave a wry smile.

"So you let Borgia do it." Ezio took a deep breath, "And after that, who will be the doctor?" ”

"My agent."

Ezio closed his eyes.

"I once saw in ancient texts that there was a country with a vast land, rich resources, and a large population," Giulio's voice rang in his ears unhurriedly, "but unfortunately, for a time, it was divided by numerous princes—although they all had their own soldiers, but Ezio, when a sharp sword was smashed, no matter how sharp the fragments, what damage could it do to the enemy, so its enemies took advantage of the gap and continued to devour and devour them, and there were even two hostile nations, Conquer each other in its territory, so that the earth is scorched for thousands of miles, and countless starvations are ...... Until...... It was not until a powerful man stood up and managed to fight, assimilate, weaken, and even destroy the princes, and unify the country again, that it was able to drive away the vultures hovering overhead, and the hyenas that followed behind them. ”

"Then he's a good king." Ezio complimented heartily.

"He's not a king." Giulio said, "But he is indeed greater than any king." ”